Anchor

So I had a Holy Hour today. It was nicer than usual, because the lady who shares it with me left about twenty minutes early and I had a private chat with Himself. And I thanked Him. I thanked Him for the experience as a whole, because obviously it means I'm supposed to learn something from it. I thanked Him for helping me keep on my pathetic little imrama-bound raft. I reiterated that if He didn't want me doing something, He was to stop me- otherwise I would proceed to the best of my ability. And that's what I'm doing.
Then I thought about anchors. One of Mary's titles is Anchor of Confidence. I didn't know that before today, but it's interesting. And as a melancholic temperament, the virtue I need to cultivate the most carefully, I think, is hope. So I'm trying to keep that in mind, even as I wonder where I'm going to live in five days...
Working the second shift at Subway tonight was an eye-opening experience. I learned that the night-shift manager is not exactly by the books, but she does seem very nice. She gave me some info about places in town that might be able to help me out- apparently Salvation Army helps with finding a place to live and there is some government sponsored housing where your rent payment is based on your income... We'll see how that goes. Hopefully something will work out with one of the families I want to live with.
And I still haven't called MG to tell her that I don't want to go to PA.
And I'm really, really tired.
Expect the posting schedule to change significantly as my schedule does likewise. And if after the 28th, I drop off the face of the earth briefly, say a little prayer- my raft may be in the middle of two large waves... What's that bit called again? A trough? Whatever. I'm really, really tired...